I'll drink the moonlight from your hands.
I'll swim an ocean filled with sorrow.
No Lover, please don't go.
We can crucify tomorrow...
Let the sunlight feed the air.
Let it fill our lungs with lies.
We'll be memorized by shadows,
but our loneliness will survive.
Will we survive?...
Now the sugar in your soft voice makes the sweetness in your weeping.
And the black rose you swallowed feeds the solitude you're dreaming.
No I'll never taste your tears again in the darkness that we're breathing in.
Now the sun will kill the garden in a universe that's bleeding.
Will we survive?